On The Grind - Cellski, Mr. C

It’s 94' and I’m back on the scene and my mean mug is on

Lookin at niggas mean

Maybe cause a nigga was born and raised to be a banger

When I was young the OG’s knew I was gone be a gangsta

Because I lived on the block that turned into the dope spot

Never thought a nigga would be selling white rocks

Because if I did wouldn’t be a bad ass kid

Been in the dope game since about nine or ten

At 13 a nigga was a young OG started pimpin hoes

By the age of 14, by 15 and 16 bout the age when a nigga

Got serious cause it was time to bang

In and out of juvenile all the fucking time

The only thing I do when I get out is get on my grind

Cause every time I go to the hall I go broke

You know how it is when your fucking family smokes

In and out of your room going through your drawers and shit

But I don’t really trip cause I got some other shit

Stashed in my bitch house just for the dope drought

Man-oh-man I can’t wait til I get out

Cause it’s gone be serious when a nigga hit the turf

I got a half a thang and you know it’s probably worth about

20G's and that’s all on my mind

So a nigga gotta get pumped to get on the grind

Hook:

A niggas on his g

I gotta sell d so I can get a ki

A niggas on his g

A niggas on his g

I gotta get a ki so I can be Fe'

Verse Two: Mister Cee:

Like 2Took this is strictly for my niggas getting paid

But you player haters you ain’t gettin nothing but shot and laid

In the motherfuckin dirt by a young nigga that’s

Puttin in much work

But my mind is strictly on coppin ki’s

I don’t wanna sell 20 shots all my life like some OG’s

Still running wild with that crack sack

Fuck Superfly, shit, it’s all about the New Jacks

I got two O’s in the back of my truck

Guess I spent a hunk so I can’t be punk

About my motherfuckin money cause I got a dope case

In court I got a car to fix plus a dank habit to support

Shit, I’m picking em' up breaking em' down

Kinda swiftly niggas say slow down but niggas better miss me

Catch 2Took quick for the

But your not a Bay nigga but your bout to get checked

A young niggas on his grind all the fuckin time

Everybody got their’s so why can’t I get mine

And when your selling dank all your homies wanna get

A 5 by the ten or 5 by the eighth here

And I need a new hook up for the state fair

Cause your hoe and that hoe and more hoes will be there

But a punk bitch I pay her no mind

Cause I rather be married to my mother fuckin grind

Hook

Third Verse: Cellski:

Havin things my way but I gotta hustle to make

A livin it ain’t like back in the days when everybody

Was making a killing

Making sale after sale major clientele

And everybody walking around the turf with much mail

Nowadays niggas gotta get what they can

Because there’s too many niggas trying to be the man

Back in the days a hundred dollars was a lot to me

But nowadays a nigga be thinking bout some G’s

Trying to stack what I can on a money mission

And spend this shit especially on these punk bitches

Hoes always trying to get over and cage ya

I think you better call Mr. Captain Save-A

Cause a nigga can’t play that role

Even if a nigga’s ballin outta control

I got 99 problems and a bitch ain’t one

Still trying bounce the cage with crumbs, beyatch